95: Dante

SUNSHINE:

It was written all over Knoxx's face. That he was disappointed that I had not cried. He thought crying equates to love and that not shedding a tear meant I had no feelings at all.

If only I shed a single tear, I would definitely tell him about it. But I did not want to lie just to make him feel good.

Still, there was nothing good about death, anyway, especially to the people left behind. The pack kept on suffering right now thinking the alpha had departed.

"Does it make a difference if I cried back then?" I asked.

“Did you for your beloved Brody?”

I scoffed. “Knoxx. Are we seriously fighting about that right now? Are we arguing because of Brody? That man was already dead. Why kept on dragging his name?”

A snarl escaped from his lips.

"Do you want to know what I did to your Brody?"

"He is not my Brody," I corrected, as I felt the hair of my hands stand.

The cautious part of me wanted to take everything easy, not to startle Knoxx. There was something off about him that I